"we didn't think you'd come," Opal sounded as she stepped out of the car escorted by tow men. "I didn't think you'd show up either, we both know I tried to kill you already, if this isn't guts, I don't know what this is," Mark says as the two comes to a halt just a few minutes away from each other. "Thank you for coming," she said with a smug "did you enjoy my present," she asked him. Mark's anger boiled but he tried to hold it inside. "How dare you lay a finger on my fiance, I thought you two were partners," he Said. "Partners, don't make me laugh, I work for people much bigger than you think, and I'm not done yet, I plan to make your life a living hell, just you see, I'll make sure I expose all the secretes in your cupboard after what you did to me Mark," she said. Mark brows furrowed as he drew closer and whispered into her ear. "What secret?" Just as he asked this, he sees a red light slight miss above his shoulder and turns around rapidly. "It's an ambush," he tells loud
Having gone through a life-and-death situation with people who were far below him, Mark can't help but feel his anger well up. "How dare they," he mutters to himself in anger. "Just wait woman, I'll make sure to turn you into an unrecognisable figure once I'm done with you."Although he can't argue with the fact that this time he was the one with the disadvantage Mark already begins planning his revenge against his newfound enemy, but for now, there were more important issues for him to think about. Lurking through the alley, as he pays close attention to making sure he's not found out, Mark carefully makes his way to a safe spot. "Yes boss," his man answers after he dials one of their numbers. "I'm turning on my location, come pick me up, and don't come alone," he warns sternly. In agreement they reply and the call is immediately hung up.Mark looks around the lone area for a while, he sees Opal's men searching to and fro and Opal's voice echoing, "Leave no stone unturned until
Mark's laughter echoes through the room, the sound reverberating off the walls like a contagious melody. His infectious mirth seemed to fill the very air around him as if the universe itself had joined in on the joke. "I'm telling you," he exclaimed, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye, "the universe is on my side!"He rubs his eyes to wipe away more tears of amusement before taking a deep breathAnd plastering on a smirk.'I have so many things in store for us, Leia'.He thinks before exiting the building.Time flows like a river, carrying moments with it,Mark uses those moments to compose himself. It wasn't long before the Man found himself standing outside Leia's private ward. In his hands, he holds a delicate bouquet, vibrant and full of life, the colours giving the white-washed walls a tinge of life. He tugs up the bag he came with, the food containers clinking against each other. The aroma of the flowers mingled with the tantalizing scent of food, a feast he had bro
On that day he had waited anxiously in the sterile hospital corridor, his heart a tumultuous mix of dread and hope. When the doctor finally emerges, Mark's breath catches in his throat."Is she well?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.The doctor's expression is a mix of reassurance and caution as he replies."The surgery went well. However, we discovered a head injury that we'll need to monitor. We'll be conducting some tests to ensure her full recovery." He says calmly.Mark feels relief go through him at his words, his head turning to the private room they are standing in front of.Mark's heart pounds as he stands outside the sterile hospital room, his eyes fixed on the door beyond which has Leia. He has been pacing these halls for days, anxiously awaiting any news about her condition. "Mr Sky?." The doctor breaks Mark out of revelry as he turns to face the other man, the doctor's expression a blend of professionalism and concern."Mr Sky, are you okay?" the doctor inq
Mark carefully manoeuvred the wheelchair through the front door of his house, minding the polished tiles as he slowly pushed her forward. The man keeps his eyes on his charge as he moves, his lips quivering at Leia's antics.Leia keeps turning her head left and right, a look of awe on her face as she tries to take in the now unfamiliar house.Mark feels a burst of warmth in his chest.Leia's face and legs are adorned with plaster from her recent accident. He looks up when he hears the pitter-patter of shoes on the floor and comes face to face with the head maid. The woman looks at them with a poorly hidden surprise."Sir, Miss. Welcome home." She says quickly with a small bow. Mark gives her a nod."Thank you. It's great to be home!." Leia says boisterously, her eyes not leaving the foyer. The other woman lifts a brow at the smiling woman, likely shocked at Leia's new attitude, before looking back at her master."Sir? If I may speak freely?." She murmurs. Mark, feeling in a generous
The man's expression hardens as he walks away from the comfort of his home. He knew what awaited him – a meeting with his henchmen, and whatever issue they deemed important enough to disrupt his day.He knew they were just doing what he paid them for but he was still annoyed with their timing."Sir." The groundskeeper greets as he hands him the key to his car. Mark gives the man an absentminded nod before walking to the vehicle."This better be good!." He hisses as he opens the door to his car and slips into the upholstery.He turns on the engine and quickly drives out of the courtyard and into the rapidly darkening streets.Arriving at the location they specified, Mark was led to a room where a figure lay on a bed. His eyes narrow at the sight of the woman before him – Rebecca, the former maid who had disappeared without a trace a few months ago. Now, she lay before him, her stomach protruding with the unmistakable signs of pregnancy."Rebecca," Mark's voice was icy, his tone laced w
The doctor looks petrified as he stares at Mark. Questions run through his mind as he wonders what Mark has inside that head of his but he unfortunately cannot compare to half of Mark's plans. "What do you mean by that sir?" He asks with curiosity all over his face but Mark just laughs it off, giving him a gentle Pat on the back as he draws near towards his face. "I'm saying, I don't need Leia to be cured, I'd like to keep things this way," Mark explains in a low voice much to the man's fear. "I don't understand what you mean sir?" He says irritating Mark once again. Mark grabs hold of his shoulder as he draws near to whisper a bit closer to his hearing. "I'm saying, is it possible to make Leia remain this way, I don't want her memories to return," he spells out and then stares at the doctor, who stares back with cold sweat strolling down his face. He springs up from his seat and moves back. The man's eyes staring at him like he's looking right at a maniac and he's not too far
Arriving at the marriage court, Mark makes a simple phone call, "I'm outside," and in not less than two minute a man dressed in expensive clothings, a lawyer though hurried towards his car. Being someone of curtsey, Mark helps himself down the car and signals the man to a corner, and the two sit and chat till the clock struck twelve. Finally, another man, the lawyer's assistant comes out holding a bunch of documents and hands it to Mark who stands to leave with a larger smile on his face, one better than the one he had earlier. He has to curb the urge to do a happy dance right there in the middle of the street as he made his way back to his car. 'And he said he could take her from me.' He murmurs.The Man crows internally. His blood was pumping furiously.His sleek black car was waiting by the curb, just as he left it. With a smirk, he walks towards it.As he approaches, he notices someone in the car and nearly tenses before seeing the silhouette of one of his trusted men already